On First Looking into Chapman's Homer

Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, / And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; / Round many western islands have I been / Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.

Oft of one wide expanse had I been told / That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne:

Yet did I never breathe its pure serene / Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:

Then felt I like some watcher of the skies / When a new planet swims into his ken; / Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes / He star'd at the Pacific -- and all his men / Look'd at each other with a wild surmise --

Silent, upon a peak in Darien.